STRANGE

Drown within the madness of self.Take down your ears from off the high shelf.Rip from your grasp the comfort of sorrow,And dare to put out the flame of tomorrow,

Wrap yourself now in the cloak of the clock,And on this shrouded shore stand fast and take stock.Live beyond the boundaries of fleshes sight to see,Crack open the mind and brush off frights dust now free.

Burn yourself here from the land of Other.You have no family no sisters no brothers.See now the love only empty can giveWhen mundane has been vanquished and strange allowed to live.

Reveal the eye you hid long agoAnd rip off the hand that claws at the showOf will now bidden by moonlight to rise.Of the sun to burn black the swell of the tides.

Drown within the madness of self.Take down your ears from off the high shelf.Sheath your swords, and step out upon the sea,The me in you is loose to spread wings of glass and be.

TABLE

A bar across the blank minds gaze.A gap for time left behind in a haze.This place to pass your erstwhile hourThe buttress afforded you fragile to cower.And around around the clutter does soundTill brain is left glowing and thoughts run to ground. We lost and found in other minds wanderAfforded no respite afforded little ponder.

Expert of ignorance the world before you bare.You have no interest in wisdom to find there.What hope is there where noise passes for thoughtAnd what hope where the empty passes for the sought?The growth of stone has spread here so farClosed tightly up sense drowned feeling in tar.So leave up the bar, and leave me to the blank.There is no point in hope for a ship already sank.

WHERE

It has been so long since last we spokeOut from under the harness and yoke.I scarcely recognize your soft worn face,It seems so fitting for this silk begotten place.

I must confess a growing confusion.Why is it now here you seek your inclusion?What has grown stale within your without?What is the source of dissatisfactions bout?

You question my ask, but are not here content.Your wild staring eyes a desperation foment.The question is alien dissent now unknown,Your fields have grown bare with seasons crops left unsown.

So where do you find your misbegotten selve?Do you hope for relief in the depths you now delve?Why here so glum with plaster you had bought,Did the price of lights sour the promise you had sought?

And will you now please the hungry minds demand,Will you grind away your smile leave your name to wind and sand,For the answer to question is plain to sighted here,Where else my frightened friend where ever and here.

LONG

I missed the glow that comes from the see.I wallowed too long in fruitless ambition wewere sold when young too impatient and naive. Too filled with what and if with nothing there to weave.But here now I find what I loved long ago.Here now I see hope for a face left to showThe frail of youth has drifted become callous hard and worn.The heart a strong and bitter lump for all the times it was torn.And now silk encircles and the light of see returns,Now darkness begins retreat and the warming heart churnsThe thick blood round my crags dismantling the stone.The broken glass does open to see a way back to my home.

MOVEMENT

The rhythm, the rhythm, the track in now motion,The rumble, the rumble, the murmured human ocean,The sight, the sight, the movement turned sound,The heartbeat, the heartbeat, the metal ringing round,

The sun now, the sun now, dirty shores all agleam,The people, the people, so little do they seem,The children, the children, wandered so far from the crib,The parent, the parent, a sword worn down to the nib,

The heavy, the heavy, upon ears does it weigh,The rhythm, the rhythm, now driven all far away,The smart, the wise, where does the idea come,The joke, the joke, all of we have become,

The light, the light, moons left long ago,The rider, the rider, seeking pity scorn and woe,The empty, the empty, what here now left to fill it,The home, and company, where upon old throne find respite,

So here now, so here now, we people do remain,In constant search for prize with nothing left to gain,And there now and where now can we find thing less a sigh,And how long but how long before heart returns to sky.

STARE

I wonder often at sight unseenI there find place to consider myself beenWithin this delicate and unsounded thoughtHerein what promises what dreams lived unsoughtWhat sea now roils neath surface unbrokenWhat life of flight glimmers in skies moulded unspokenHerein must I find against all will to seekThe messenger of word unwanted enfeeble my mind to weakAnd ever must I guard against what I have beenLest eye of other unseat me lest the sight of stare be seen

CROWD

Saccharine sweet the chorus does soundHelmet in place and armour run round.To the eyes of Other does your conflict give wingFrom throat of wonder misanthropes songs sing.Where do we find some comfort to still?The shower of mind in crowded rooms will.How can we now see a way through to white,And should we now fear the on come of night?

I have an answer maybe to some of these thoughtTo other answers maybe not the answers that you sought.At inquiries behest you to crave a solutionTo seek some account for comforts dissolution.Why is it you look with empty inquiry wondered,Seeking vindication for the wandered gaze blundered?And you to Other an implicit question bring,What excuses your theft of the worlds sounds ring?

So herein we live, a waking dream madeA house of sodden sand on foundations crumbled laid.And unto this mansion our crooked thoughts paradefrom all around and in without, with not chance to be swayed.

INTO THE WHITE

I don’t know what brought me hereCan’t account for where I wasLost sight of brighter bearingsAnd set course for stranger sides.A broken lens I found,Cracked through the heart to shareA dappled view of normal thingsSet fast within myself.

The still of dancing wind, all sensation left to silence.The fall of empty clouds, the sky left grey to answerThe prayers of earth-bound envy many, to the grace of voided life.Up and up to eyes of heavenDreams of open sky bring flight.Out of of earth, and out of many,Into the quiet, and into the white.